Aerne Core eased his ship down onto the Coruscanti landing platform, deep down into the planet where sunlight sometimes did not reach and the buildings seemed to be cloaked in darkness. It was a place where profiles were low, and criminal scum and villainy ruled the turf.
It was the area of Coruscant where the Empire did not rule.
The scorched YT-2400 landed with a series of dull clanks as it made contact with the battered old landing pad. A hatch opened on the top surface of the ship, hissing as the vessel's air pressure mingled with that of its environment. A bag was thrown out, landing on the platform, then a figure emerged from the ship.
Apart from the six small horns lining his scalp, the pilot appeared human. He was clad in a tan and black flight suit, and holstered on his belt was a heavy blaster pistol. He picked up his bag and scanned the area. The buildings were dark, decorated by scorch marks of the past one hundred years. Trash and garbage lined the sides of the alleys, and the only light was artificial.
"Hey, you have the credits?" A rough voice asked. The pilot turned, noting the speaker and three others in the shadows behind him. A Rodian, an Ikotchi, and two Twi'leks. The speaking Rodian carried duel blasters, and his cronies packed hold-outs and vibro-daggers. They were trying too hard to look tough.
The Zabrak Pilot reached in his pocket and pulled out a credit chip, pre-set to the amount he was paying them to use the platform. He tossed it to the thugs, "If there's a new scratch on this ship when I get back, I'll be forced to castrate you all."
One of the thug's chuckles died of as he saw the pilot's dark expression. The Rodian just smiled, "Your just lucky the credits check out. And nice bag, but if we have any problems because of it, deals off. We dont screw around with the skelleys."
The Zabrak looked down at the bag he was carrying, a faded rebellion symbol reminescent on its surface. "I know you from a rebel friend, so dont act like your not involved. Besides, the wars over right?" Aerne asked.
The Leader just looked at him, "Yea, tell the Imperials that." Then he turned with his thugs and walked away.
The Rebel heard him yell, "We'll watch your ship!" before he disapeared from sight.
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Its the begining of a lil short SW idea i have
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